All Chapters of The Devil Who Claimed Me (M x M): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

JULIANMy heart hammers in my chest as Nikolai backs me against the wall of his apartment, the cool plaster pressing into my shoulders.He crashes his mouth to mine and I gasp as our mouths meet. There’s no gentle buildup, just raw hunger.This is what I’ve been building towards. All the awkward conversations, going out of my comfort zone, it all led to this. Now, his body crowds mine, all heat and muscle, his lips firm against mine. He smells like spice and whiskey, the mix intoxicating in a way that makes my knees weak.Before I can overthink it, his hand cups the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair as he yanks me close.His lips grind against mine, demanding, almost bruising, as if he owns the kiss. As if he owns me.I freeze for a split second, my lips parting in surprise and that’s when he takes full control.His tongue shoves past my teeth, thick and insistent, invading my mouth like he has every right to it. It sweeps over my own tongue, coaxing it out, then dominating

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

JULIANPanic fills my chest as I watch his retreating back.I’m not sure I’m ready for this, for what he wants to do to me, but at the same time, I’m not ready for him to leave.“Wait,” I say as I try to catch up with his fast strides.“I said forget it.”“It’s just… I’ve never…”He doesn’t stop. It’s as if my words don’t reach him.Panic fills me.What if he actually throws me out?What if this is over before it even starts?“I-I’ve never done this before,” I blurt out.That catches his attention.Silence descends heavily between us. There is a shift in the air. Like things are about to change.He stops and whirls to face me, surprise in his eyes. “What?”I don’t reply as I shift on my feet, my gaze falling to the ground.“You’re a virgin?” he asks softly.Slowly, I nod, still not looking at him.“You’re not lying, are you?”I shake my head.He exhales sharply. “Wow. Fuck.” I peek at him as he runs a hand through his hair. “How could I have missed this? How could I have allowed myse

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

JULIANHis eyes darken. “What the fuck are you doing?”My heart pounds in my chest as I look up at him. I don’t know what I’m doing either. It’s as if I’ve lost my fucking mind.Just why am I so desperate to prove something to him?He means nothing to me. Nothing. He’s just a job. A mission I have to finish.So why do I want his approval so bad?“Giving you a blowjob,” I hear myself murmur.It’s as if I’ve been possessed. Or maybe I have an alter ego that I’m not aware of that has now taken over my body.Other than the occasional porn videos and the smut I read sometimes, I have no experience when it comes to blowjobs.Yet, here I am, on my knees.In front of Nikolai Soren of all people, too. Someone that has probably had a thousand blowjobs.Still, I’m not going to back down without a fight.Not until I prove a point.I lean forward and press a kiss to the front of his pants, right where the hard ridge of his cock strains against his pants.Nikolai inhales sharply.His hand descen

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

JULIAN I suck experimentally, hollowing my cheeks and Nikolai’s hips twitch upward. “Fuck yeah. Slide down more. Use your hand on the base. Stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth.” I obey, my fingers curling around his girth, pumping awkwardly. I bob my head, taking another inch, then two, his cock filling my mouth until it nudges against the back of my throat. I gag instinctively, pulling off with a sputter, saliva trailing from my lips to his shaft. He chuckles darkly, his thumb wiping away the drool on my chin. “Breathe through your nose. Relax your throat. You’re going to choke if you tense up. Try again. Deeper this time.” His tone leaves no room for hesitation, eyes locked on my flushed face. I nod, wiping my mouth before diving back in. I suck harder, determined to please him, forcing my head down until the head of his cock bumps my soft palate. My throat constricts, but I push through the reflex, gagging wetly as more of his length invades. I place a hand on his

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

NIKOLAIThe dream never changes.It always starts the same way and always in the same place.A room that smells like damp wood and mold. A single lightbulb swinging from the ceiling, flickering just enough to make shadows shift along the walls. The air is thick. Suffocating.I’m not myself.I’m smaller. Weaker. He’s there as always.He always comes in the same way.His boots hit the floor first, slow and measured. Each step deliberate, like he’s savoring it. Like he knows exactly what’s coming and is taking his time getting to it.“You’re not normal,” he says.His voice is rough and worn. It scrapes against my ears like sandpaper.I don’t respond.I can’t even if I want to.That sets him off.His hand grabs my jaw, forcing my face up. His grip is too tight, fingers digging into my skin.“Look at me.”I do.His eyes search mine, wild and frustrated, like he’s looking for something that refuses to exist.“Nothing,” he mutters. “Nothing. Not a damn thing.”The first hit comes fast.Then

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

NIKOLAIThe gym is empty when I walk in.It’s not surprising. I’m usually the first person here every day.It’s one of the few places in the mansion that actually feels functional. No unnecessary decoration. No wasted space.Everything has purpose.The room is large, open, lined with floor-to-ceiling mirrors on one side. Black rubber flooring absorbs impact, dulling the sound of movement. Racks of weights sit against the far wall, neatly organized.There’s a full section dedicated to machines, another for free weights.And in the far corner, is my favourite space.The sparring area.A raised mat, enclosed by low padded barriers. Heavy bags hang nearby, along with speed bags and training equipment.Controlled violence.That’s what this place is for.It’s exactly what I need.I move straight to one of the heavy bags, wrapping my hands quickly, efficiently.The bag isn’t centered properly and I fix it before I start.The first punch lands hard.Then another.And another.The rhythm build

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

NIKOLAIWe move immediately.He strikes first.He’s fast but I block, countering his moves immediately. Our movements are sharp, practiced. We know each other too well for hesitation.Every hit is intentional.Every dodge calculated.He’s good.But I’m better.Because I need to be.I push harder. I make myself go faster. My strikes land with more force, more precision. He blocks most of them, but I can see the shift.He’s on the defensive now, not bothering to try to hit me anymore.I’ve got him right where I want him.I press in, forcing him back a step, then another.My fist grazes his jaw.Not enough to do damage. Just enough to make a point.He exhales sharply.“Yeah,” he mutters. “You’ve definitely got excess energy.”I don’t respond.I just move again.We go on like that for a while.Hit. Block. Counter.The world narrows to movement and impact. No thoughts. No distractions.It works.I slowly feel my head starting to clear. The voices recede in the background until I can no lon

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

JULIAN I stare unseeingly into the contents of my coffee mug, still half-asleep. My mind is on what happened last night. God, I almost can’t believe last night really happened. That I really did that. After Nikolai dropped me off at my apartment last night, I didn’t get much sleep. And even after I managed to fall asleep, all I did was dream of him. Of what we’d done. I can still smell him on me. Still taste his kiss. Still feel the weight of him on my tongue. All of it feels so… exhilarating. Is this how people feel when they have sex? I feel like another part of my brain has been unlocked, like something has awoken in me. I feel this rush beneath my skin. All of it feels strange, because I’ve never felt like this before. It feels anticipatory, like I’m eagerly awaiting what comes next. I’ve not really felt this excited in my life. Not even thinking about movie nights with Theo on Sundays fills me this much anticipation. But with all of these good feelings, also comes g

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

JULIAN His grip on my hand tightens and I wince slightly as his nails dig into my skin painfully. “Right?” I pause. For a brief moment, something wild enters his gaze but it’s fleeting and I barely catch it before it disappears. I ignore the apprehensive feeling in my gut and nod. I have no reason not to trust Theo. Or to betray him. He’s been there for me for eight years. He’s been there through all my highs and lows, supporting me and making my life bearable. Now, it’s my turn to do the same. To repay the favour. I bring my other hand to cover his. “You can trust me, Theo. I’m doing this for you. Just for you.” Theo nods and then he smiles, his expression softening again. I smile too, as I add, “I can’t believe this. I can’t believe our plan is working.” Theo tenses slightly and his smile disappears. “My plan, you mean,” he says tightly. I stiffen. My hands leave Theo’s. All of a sudden, the atmosphere in the room drops. It’s so cold I almost want to wrap a blanket aro

CHAPTER FORTY

NIKOLAIMy pencil snaps. A clean, sharp break between my fingers.I stare at the ruined tip for half a second before setting it aside without a word. It’s a minor inconvenience, but it’s replaceable, fixable.Unlike the number staring back at me from the corner of my sketch sheet.B+.My jaw tightens.There has to be a mistake.A B+.Not an A. Not even an A-.But a B+.It almost feels like an insult. Like I’ve been slapped across the face.I’ve never gotten a B before. Ever.It’s not arrogance when I say I’m one of the best in this class. I’ve never gotten less than an A.Around me, the studio hums with low conversation. Chairs scrape against the tiled floor, people shifting, packing up, comparing their work. Someone laughs. Someone else groans dramatically about their grade.The useless chatter around me does nothing but irritate me even further.One of the guys pulls his chair closer to mine.The scraping of his chair on the tiled floor makes more noise than is pleasant and I close

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